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Chapter 90 - Boredom Blues

Penulis: Tabitha
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The manor had grown quieter in recent days.

Still heavily staffed, still watched—but there was something different in the air, like a pressure that had suddenly eased. No one said anything, of course. Not to her. But Ayra had lived under too many shadows to miss the signs. Fewer guards in the east corridor. No sudden footsteps outside her door in the dead of night. Less tension. Less... Lucian.

He hadn’t appeared in two days.

And that absence itched at her nerves more than his presence ever did.

She didn’t ask. Questions were currency here, and she had none to spend. Instead, she listened. Watched. Waited. Something had changed.

In his place—though no one said so—appeared Boris.

Lucian’s cousin. Sharper dresser, lazier walk. He had a touch of charm, the kind that disarmed you for just long enough to forget he worked for a man who played chess with people’s lives.

He didn’t bark orders like Lucian, and he didn’t act like he owned the world. Boris laughed more, teased more, and talked
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